Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 374: Hungry ghosts are suspicious
Chen Luo stood where he was, but his soul drifted into the dark world, and landed on the martial arts.
On the seven-colored avenue that spreads for six thousand miles, suddenly blue lotus blossoms bloom, and the green lotus rotates, wisps of sword energy swallowed, forming phantoms of long swords on the green lotus.
Suddenly, the phantom of the long sword uttered a clattering sword cry, and in the sword cry, the sound of chant poems came out, as if sword songs were everywhere.
"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning..."
"I am both happy and prosperous, and I want to go to the blue sky and embrace the bright moon..."
"The Dapeng rises with the same wind in one day, soaring to 90,000 miles..."
"I am born to be useful, and I will come back after all my money is gone..."
"The ancient sages are lonely, but the drinkers leave their names..."
"It should be the celestial being drunk, smashing the white clouds..."
"Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastward..."
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One poem after another resounded through Qingming accompanied by the clear and beautiful sword sound, and the blossoming green lotus slowly fell into the colorful avenue, and finally merged together.
The Martial Dao Avenue was suddenly shaken. At the end of the six thousand miles, before Chen Luokai had walked nine thousand miles, suddenly there were waves of sword energy bursting out, and the sword energy spread into the void, as if forming a A nine thousand li long rope of sword energy.
"Elder brother..." Chen Luo's heart skipped a beat.
Since ancient times, it has been natural for short roads to merge with long roads, such as those three thousand miles, six thousand miles, and the Tongtian Road that eventually merges into the Confucian Dao.
Just like the saying "Wish to follow the tail of a horse and travel thousands of miles away", you can't go that far, but you can follow those horses and let them take you thousands of miles to travel.
But this time, Immortal Lang Fei did the opposite, taking the initiative to strip the way of poetry and sword from Confucianism and Taoism, and integrated it into martial arts.
Li Qinglian's poetic swordsmanship has crossed nine thousand miles, and stepped on the long bridge of seeking, but what about martial arts?
Six thousand miles!
It is not so much that Lang Feixian used martial arts to re-open the poetic way of swordsmanship, it is better to say that Lang Feixian pulled a long rope on Chen Luo's future road for Chen Luo to control and share part of the nine thousand miles for Chen Luo Heavenly pressure.
Ten thousand steps back, if Chen Luo's martial art stops at six thousand miles, then martial arts practitioners can choose to switch to poetic swordsmanship, and they can also reach a height of nine thousand miles.
Of course, because Immortal Lang Fei gave up Confucianism and Taoism, and at the same time gave up opening the way by himself, but focused on martial arts, so if Chen Luo does not become a saint, the poetic swordsmanship will never go far!
It is both a gamble and a care!
If the bet wins, the senior brother will benefit from the honor of the junior brother, and he will be able to perform a thousand miles in martial arts and swordsmanship at the same time.
If you lose the bet, you will share the pressure of Jiuqianli for your junior brother, the martial arts will bloom, and you will hold the sword to protect the way.
In addition to this, there will be another major change in martial arts.
That is, because the poetic kendo feeds back to the martial arts, the kendo in the martial arts has more power than other paths. Its power is one point higher than other martial arts.
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Integrating Tao and all kinds of things, but for a moment, when Chen Luo opened his eyes again, the sound of swords just fell in his ears.
Lang Fei's fairy clothes fluttered, and he said with a smile: "Little brother, remember."
"Poetic swordsmanship, not sticking to famous and long poems, but a breath of joy in the chest!"
"What is poetry! What you think in your heart and what you say in your mouth is poetry!"
"The literati have the poetry of the literati, and every man has the poetry of the man!"
"Using emotion as a sword is the essence of poetic swordsmanship!"
Lang Feixian's hand merged into a sword finger, and a poetic lingering wave on the finger turned into a long sword in an instant.
This is intention, not anger!
Poetic sword.
Lang Feixian raised his hand and swipe down towards the hungry ghost who was a few steps away.
Suddenly, Chen Luo felt that the space was divided by Lang Feixian's finger. You couldn't see the sword, but you could feel the sword everywhere.
The sword of love is nowhere to be found, and the sword pierces the heart.
The hungry ghost also sensed the danger, stopped suddenly, opened his mouth and roared forward, the huge sound wave was like a huge wave, and Chen Luo sent out a burst of red dust to protect the ordinary driver.
The hungry ghost's howling didn't have any effect. In an instant, the little ghost was pierced with sword marks, as if pierced by countless long swords in succession. The majestic force actually knocked the little ghost into suspension When he got up, the invisible sword struck one after another, preventing the kid from falling to the ground at all.
Lang Feixian didn't stop, he stepped over Huang Doudou, walked past Mung Doudou, passed Red Doudou, and finally he was only three steps away from the little ghost who was beaten into the air. The majestic sword intent emanated from Lang Feixian's body, and Hong Doudou, who was closest to him, felt a huge force blowing towards him, and was instantly pushed back by the sword's aura. Mung Doudou wanted to help, but was caught The qi machine was engulfed and flew backwards, and it didn't stop until it landed on Huang Doudou.
Chen Luo's eyes widened at this time, he seemed to see countless flying swords hanging upside down like a waterfall, sweeping around Lang Feixian and flying towards the sky, these are not real swords, but the swords in Lang Feixian's heart meaning.
I saw Chen Luo raised his hand, pointed at the little devil, and said softly: "One sword falls to nine heavens."
In an instant, the sword river formed by the sword intent to reach the sky turned its head in the air, like a waterfall suspended in the air, and fell with a bang, hitting all the imps on the body. The little ghost fell to the ground with a bang, and then the sword didn't stop, it was still falling.
"Huh..." Lang Feixian let out a sigh of relief, turned around, and walked back to the front of the car step by step.
"Little brother, is this poetic swordsmanship acceptable?" Lang Feixian smiled brightly, "I have entered the third rank for the first time, and my power is a bit weaker!"
Chen Luo swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and solemnly said: "Brother is mighty!"
"Hahahaha!" Lang Feixian finally raised his head and laughed, leaning against the frame of the car, Chen Luo asked softly, "Are you dead?"
"It's so clear."
"This is one of the six realms, is there any more?"
"I have merged with the Dao, and the Dao of Heaven has sensed it. The sound of the sword just now is the sound of the Dao, and the enchantment can't be closed! Even if there is still, I probably won't dare to come out again..."
As soon as Lang Feixian finished speaking, there was a sudden thunder in the sky. Chen Luo raised his head, and two beams of light, one black and one white, descended from the sky. In the end, it shattered with a bang, revealing its running face.
"Xiaoyao'er is here." After Lang Feixian said a word, he climbed into the car, lay down on the ground, and fell asleep soundly.
Chen Luo's eyes flashed, Yun Siyao stood in front of Chen Luo nervously, and asked, "Little brother, is there anything wrong?"
"Senior brother has merged with the Tao?"
"Who did it?"
Facing Yun Siyao's series of questions, Chen Luo quickly answered them one by one. At this time, many figures flew across the sky and landed in front of Chen Luo's car.
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Ye Shuyi received the news of Chen Luo's attack immediately, and was relieved when she learned that there was no serious problem.
"Hungry ghost?" Ye Shuyi frowned, "Have you found out the origin of that little beggar boy?"
Lu Changle nodded: "It's a refugee who was kidnapped from Yuanzhou in the north, but if you search further, there will be no clues."
"Prepare an apology, I will personally apologize to Senior Brother Chen."
"Yes." Lu Changle thought for a while, and said, "Master Wuhou's butler Mastiff seems to have been looking for treasures of Confucianism for Marquis Wu, and he doesn't care about the utility, as long as it is conceived and raised by Confucianism. "
"Why don't you look for it in the city lord's treasury and find what you like?"
Ye Shuyi nodded when she heard the words: "Master Lu is the master."
Lv Changle was overjoyed: "The old man must be ready!"
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After the assassination, the banquet will naturally be impossible.
Go to one of the six paths, and no one can tell if there are five paths. Yun Siyao directly asked Lang Feixian to move into Chen Luo's bedroom, sharing one room with the other, so as not to be in danger again. Of course, she moved next door herself.
"It's not Buddhism!" Yun Siyao's face was serious, "I just checked the corpse of the hungry ghost, and it wasn't nourished by the new Buddhist principles, but there was a faint trace of righteousness and holy power!"
Lang Feixian was stunned: "Is it someone from the Confucianism sect who wants to harm the younger brother?"
"The Fang family?"
Yun Siyao thought for a while, then shook his head: "It's unlikely!"
"The Fang family's previous schemes and tricks were mostly provoked by the half-sacred family who has been in the devil for a hundred years. Although the real Fang family is selfish and sour, they still care about face. Holy way. Besides, the second senior sister and King Zhen have been watching the Fang family, so it is unlikely that the Fang family can make this arrangement."
"Who could it be?" Lang Feixian hesitated, "His in-laws? Or other wealthy families?"
"It's hard to say!" Yun Siyao frowned, "Maybe it's hiding evil intentions, maybe it's planting the blame, maybe it's the Buddhism itself playing tricks!"
"However, we have to figure it out. There is only one thousand days to be a thief, and there is no one thousand days to defend against a thief. This matter has to be investigated." Yun Siyao's tone had a trace of anger. After all, she was negligent before and did not go with Chen Luo on the pretext of refining the blood lotus, which gave the Hungry Ghost Dao a chance to attack.
"Any clues?" Chen Luo asked.
Yun Siyao stretched out his hand, and a ray of green energy hovered in his hand: "This is a trace of righteous energy I extracted from the corpse of the Hungry Ghost Dao. Eldest brother, feel for it, which saint is it?"
Lang Feixian stretched out his hand, tapped on the green energy, closed his eyes slightly, and opened them after a while: "East County Saint!"
The sages of Dongjun, Cui Hao and Cui Taojian, once participated in the Confucian-Buddhist war, and single-handedly defeated the Six Lords! The world respectfully calls him Duke of Dongjun, also known as Saint of Dongjun.
Three thousand six hundred years have passed since the Holy Meteor.
Lang Feixian nodded slightly: "It seems that in the First World War ~IndoMTL.com~ Dongjun Saint was dragged for a stick of incense, there may be something hidden in it."
"The six masters of the six realms trained by the six first-rank reincarnation bodhisattva sacrifices, the semi-sacred association's heartbeat is also normal." Yun Siyao said, "What's more, a family as big as the Cui family always wants to leave something for future generations! "
"No matter how you say it, that hungry ghost has something to do with Mrs. Cui..."
Yun Siyao and Lang Feixian looked solemn.
Listening to the conversation between the two, Chen Luo looked depressed.
"I have never offended the Cui family!"
Is it really that unlucky?
Forget it, I listen to my seniors and senior sisters, Mastiff Lingling has just brought back a few great Confucian treasures, so I can write a book first.
But speaking of it, Hungry Ghost Road and Judge Cui seem to be a combination!
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